1 There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wand’rers given;
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast--
’Tis found above--in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
When toss'd on life’s tempestuous shoals,
When storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear--but heaven.
3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The ev'ning shadows quickly fly,
And all serene--in heaven.
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There joys divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb,
Appears the dawn of heaven.
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First Line: | There is an hour of peaceful rest |
Meter: | 8s & 6s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Eternity; Heaven: as rest; Rest |
Notes: | Author from index: Tappan |